Sunday, March 1, 2009

A Lurve Poem of Sorts

Imagine this being sung by a cheesy early 90s soul balladeer

(Piano intro)Baby, I love youYou know that I doBut the world is pulling us apartAnd there's not much I can doJust yesterday the sun explodedAnd everybody diedBut we're super robotsSo we both survivedBut the atmosphere is goneAnd with no gravityIts hard for me to hold onOh, I'll meet youOn the south side of the moon

(Electric guitars kick in)On the south side of the moonI will be there soonJust as soon as my rocket boostersRepair themselvesI'll be right next to you(Female background vocals: Oooh oooh ooh)Baby I knowThat it's coldAnd the galaxy is spiraling out of controlSo just holdJust holdOh baby baby just hold on to meAnd we'll make robot loveWhile the black hole sucks us ininto infinity

(Back to just tinkly piano)Oh baby baby babyI'll be with you....As soon as I can find my legsAnd my armsAnd the the other half of my torsoI'll meet you...On the south side of the moon